Archive | February, 2011

4 day week from hell.

26 Feb

jesus christ.

I never knew 4 days could feel so long. Started at 3 am on Wednesday morning when I channeled my inner Mother Teresa and agreed to take Chloe and her mother to the airport to catch a flight to California. I had really been bamboozled into the damn arrangement anyway when,  my best guy friend and Chloe’s father, Spiph (pronounced Spif) asked me what I was doing Tuesday night. I say nothing and agree to take them to the airport, assuming that it would actually be Tuesday night and that the flight would be taking off out of Reagan National Airport, about a 20 minute drive.

Then he dropped the boom on me.

They would be leaving out of BWI, a 45 minute drive, and it would be at 4 in he motherfucking morning. I didn’t even have a clue what 4 in the morning looked like. But it was for Chlo, and I had already agreed.

Spiph and I returned to DC around 6 and I took him home to sleep. I headed to work.

Where the shit really hit the fan. Work was crazy, you’d expect people in high places to know what the fuck they’re doing but nooooo.

Then Thursday, I needed to get a form filled out by Howard University and faxed to Howard University Law School. Too fucking difficult.

My apartment told me I needed to have a form filled out by 4 pm, so I make an escape from my cube, rush over only to tell me the form was taken care of when I signed my lease. I found out I have to take an actual driving test all over again. Fuck this week, dude.

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An open letter to my Noodle.

14 Feb

I’m working on that shit show of a banner you see up there, work with me, people. Now, it’s Valentine’s Day. I don’t feel as bad as I thought I would which is an automatic win, but there are some things I’d like to say to my former Mister. I didn’t want to bog down Twitter with it,  but wanted to put it where someone might see it. So, here it goes.

Baba,

Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope you celebrated with someone special. I keep telling myself that she won’t compare to me. I know she won’t, if there’s a ‘she’ at all. Today was supposed to be the day we reevaluated our relationship; decided if we were gonna stay together. But I know things don’t always go as planned. And that’s okay. You can’t know where you wanna be if you’ve never been anywhere else. I pray that in the end where you wanna be is with me. C, I love you so very much. I know you know that. I want you to be happy. I know you know that too. I also know that you know that I miss the hell out of you. But it’s what we had to do. Don’t feel bad for breaking my heart. I know that it was hard for you to do. I know that you were hurting as well, and I know this wasn’t easy. It was a hard decision to come to and I’m so proud of you for telling me what you needed. Of course I wish you had told me sooner, before I felt like it was safe to believe we had a future, before we let ourselves fall in love… but as much as I’m sad to have lost you (for the time being), I am so blessed to have had you. You make my  heart smile, even now. And I want the best for you. I think I’m the best for you, of course, but we’ll just have to wait and see huh?

Love Always,

J.